Light a wooded matchstick Toxic fumes and the Burning plastic Beats are broken Bones are spastic Boombox talkin' With a southern accent Voodoo curses Bible tongues Voices comin' From the mangled lungs
Y'all ready for this? Ha! I don't think so Yeah! Oh, listen to this We gonna come at ya Yo yo yo, all my niggas say, jump up, doc broke out the kennel
yo little lungs So mutha fuckas took they last look I'm broke, I'm sellin check books 'Cause broke niggas make the best crooks Broke niggas make the
, bullets get stuck in they lungs Who that talking down on the compound, what they smoking on Mo City inner-circle, will leave a bitch with broken bones
at the top of my lungs It?s a mother fucker but it sure is fun And I got an addiction to ammunition yeah yeah Well sticks and stones can break your bones
all Keep on building prisons, gonna fill them all Keep on building bombs, gonna drop them all Working your fingers bare to the bone Breaking your back, make you sell your soul Like a lung
simple to peel away the skin and cut away the flesh. to discard and dispose or preserve of brain, vertricle, heart, lungs... to be left with bones...
agony begins that ends with execution. Intentionally infected with diseases to then try to find cures for humans. Fractured skulls, broken bones, scalded
for your sickness would make me elated Cut your wrists on the toasting glass A toast to my happiness The crystal image that I broke When bone burns
where we all fall down... Broke down the door to masks and stairs Dropped in the toxic ugly air, like gasoline it stings my face And lungs, pulled back
be Just like broken glass to me And then she said she can't believe Genius only comes along in storms of fabled foreign tongues Tripping eyes and flooded lungs
can't stomache the taste My lungs are filling up with dust I feel bruised and broken with no one left to trust Vicious cold now settles in My bones
' bankers and Pullman cars. My lungs are choked with the dust of the road. Since Frank's been gone it's a heavy load and my bones are broke and my body
so true got much love for my nigga named Screw the Kici's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him he broke em all down and
Boss, Kyleon Sir Daily, C. Ward, we are the Boss Hogg Outlawz [Kyleon] Put your hood up, like your car broke Get crunk, get your lungs filled with cigar
Frozen sheets in bed, my dreams, your garden grace I'd climb inside hold your bones and slowly die The cooling space inside your chest My broken bride
These broken arms won't hold you down These ruptured lungs won't make a sound These syllables won't bring you back, Won't stitch the holes, no bones intact